Friends or…..Mafia?!?

So, I was coming back from hanging out with a couple friends and shopping for sour cream, passing through the train station when I saw three men huddled very close to each other.  As I got closer, I saw that the two on the outside were supporting the one in the middle.  They were in their 50’s-60’s (it’s a little more difficult for me to tell ages with Asian people), and wearing suits, which isn’t unusual.  But the one in the middle was really struggling to walk straight.  So, as I was walking by, I thought to myself, those are really nice guys, helping out their friend to walk and get on the train safely.

OOOOOOOOOOOOooooor!

They are in the yakuza!  And that man borrowed money from them and played one too many games of pachinko!  With this in mind, he was subjected to beatings that left him unable to walk by himself, and to send a message to anyone else who might try to take advantage of the Yakuza, they walked him to the train in solemn ceremony.  I couldn’t see if they didn’t have their pinkies, but I’m sure if I could have looked more closely, I would have seen just a little stub of a finger left on their hands. 

So, this is what has become of my life.  I have turned into a regular Northanger Abbey.  Alright, so after I developed this conclusion, I looked back and the men were very sweetly stopping and letting their friend rest and gather himself before they continued walking on.  Oh well.